Miracles in December (kaisoo Mpreg)

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One

(Miracles in December)

January 2nd, Saturday

Kai's POV:

I yawn," How did you sleep?" I ask Vernon as I sit on the edge of his bed. He was covered by blankets, and his hair was tangled by all his curls.

"Fine but I was distracted by all that moaning noises," He chuckles.

"What moaning noises, you pervert." I smack him with a pillow.

"Get ready, my mother is making pancakes." I get up to back to my room.

When I get back, Chanyeol is still in his pajamas, his feet on the wall and his finger touching the upper part of his lip. He must be remembering the way Baekhyun's lips tasted. Last night, they kissed. I didn't see it at first but after Kyungsoo pointed it out to me, I could see them making out. More than I have done with Kyungsoo.

He's falling in love. I can tell by the way he looks at Baekhyun. It was strange last night. Baekhyun didn't stick to Chaneyol like glue. Rather he was with me and Vernon. The feeling was off as well. It was like if he was with us in body but in spirit, he was in another world. He kept glancing over and over to the others, as if he was specifically looking for him. And the worst thing that no matter how much he looked and he looked, he wasn't there. Chanyeol wasn't there.

It was weird to see him not there. I believe he was in his room the whole time until the hamburgers were done. And when he did come out, he wasn't himself. I mean, he has always had that face of a murdered but whenever he was with Baekhyun, his face was much happier until Vernon came. Of course, that would happen. Something must have happened on my dad's car on the way to the house, in order for them not to be together.

"Aren't you gonna take a shower?" I ask, prompting my ass in his bed. I rub my neck, feeling my tense muscles hurt from my bad positioning while I was sleeping.

"In a minute," He says hastily, his finger never leaving his lips. His mouth was so fast that if I didn't close enough or there was a loud noise, I would have not heard it all.

I murmur an okay and proceed to gather my things so that I could take my shower. Once in the bathroom, I remove my clothes off of me and turn on the shower. I catch my lower back on the mirror while I turn around. I stop in the midst of turning my back to see my scars. The scars that will always be visible and will never go away.

The scars that I have in my skin are like moles, they are part of my body. They are there whether I like it or not. It will be always be part of my skin, reminded me that I had an ugly past. These scars tell the story of how I wasn't good enough for my father. No matter how many beatings he gave me, how much lectures he gave me, or yelled at me, I would never be good enough like his perfect son Taemin.

Taemin was the light of his world. Perfect at everything. Perfect at soccer. Perfect at school. Popular. I was just some scum that was there invading his life. He never saw me as one of the family but rather his servant. He should have left me in the trash, at least I would belong there instead of this pretend perfect family he would always portray outside the house. Fake smiles at Taemin's soccer games but his eyes secretly told me hatred and hugs that belonged to the air. Hugging him felt like hugging the devil itself. His hugs suffocated me, as if his own hands that were on my back were crushing my body to his so that I wouldn't breathe anymore.

Those yellowish looking stains that sometimes I could feel in my body at night sometimes haunt me when I think of him. In the day I'm okay because I have Kyungsoo and Chanyeol to take me out of my invading thoughts. But in the night when I can't sleep, I feel those thoughts linger in my body like goosebumps.